On Christmas Eve, we returned from Midnight Mass. I kissed my children goodnight and climbed into my cold and empty bed alone. Tears slipped from my e...es until sleep took me away.At first, I thought it was a dream. I felt my bed move so very slightly. I felt a faint touch on my arms, felt them move under another's guidance, felt hands gentle on my wrists. Soft hands placed something over my eyes. My eyes opened but I could not see. I knew it must be a dream. Yet, I tried to move, only to find. “Good morning,” Cinnamon said. She paused and I thought she’d seen through me but she continued on. “How may we help you this morning?”“You can check a computer here, can’t you? I want to know what my son is doing online at 2:00 in the morning.” The voice was just about there. Peg is a Midwesterner and there is a certain amount of twang in the accent. But accent is only part of the problem. I have to keep my voice from being recognized. For Peg, that was accomplished with phlegm in the throat.. I feel so close to you when you cum in my mouth … and I want it …. Oohh … I’m cumming … don’t stop … Aauhgnnn … mmmmmmm.’ Her vagina spasmed around my loving fingers. When she recovered, her hands and mouth resumed their loving ministrations. I couldn’t hold it back. I emptied into her warm mouth with her lips and tongue closed around and sucking the love milk out me. She sucked and swallowed several times, humming with pleasure. She stayed in my lap, laving my deflating penis. I caressed her. This gave her more closeness towards me and she was thrilled to hear that from me.On reaching her house ( a single bedroom apartment ) neatly done up, she offered me to sit on the sofa and she said she will be back now, and went to the kitchen and brought out two glass of juice and offered me.As we were sipping I was asking her what she wants to talk about, she sitting opposite to me said I feel like crying now and addressed me Kumar etta (malayalies call their hubby also like that).I have been.